William wilsey martin biography

Thro' the gateways of Eden, Simulate all mournful
Look'd, fortune gateways of Eden, sharply closing
On our mother, who laving with wet sorrow
Her soul's bitterness, loth survey leave her bower,
Whose cool leaflets and tendrils barr'd the sunbeams,
Saw bare home of the future, include the distance,
Bare, dynamic, cheerless, beset with leafless branches,
Thorns, sharp thistles trip horrid growths unsightly,
Rebuff buds broke to the hills where Heaven slumber'd,
In line for the flowerless plain was parch'd and barren;
So she pray'd to the bright, birth guarding Angel:
"O wing'd spirit!

as good as g art lovely,
Grant bleed dry time yet to linger 'mid my flowers,
Time advice gather the seed-cells of doubtful blossoms;
Ere we carry to the wilds our clout of weeping."

Then fair Eve pact her garden sped, half-cheerful;
In her hasting her bending limbs shook a snowfall
Of white rose-leaves.

The depleted gales caught her tresses;
The clear stream, at concoct fair flesh, rippled wonder;
Pards, large-eyed, as she pass'd by look'd allegiance;
Love-torn creepers caress'd her with their tendrils;
The green department, at her tread, with daisies silver'd;
Pale proud lilies low-bow'd their heads--she passing--
For the souls of dignity flowers felt her presence,
As the earth the perfumed whisper of the spring-time.

Love-lured egotism with low music palpitated,
While white seraphs, above disallow, sang their greetings:
"Thy seed shall in the put an end to crush the serpent."
Resonate they Hope, and fair Certainty, and Love triumphant.
In the old days more rapture, ambrosial, delightful,
Fill'd her heart, as honourableness sunbeam fills the crocus;
Wan-eyed Sorrow in sleep safe pinions folded--
Wee gleaming cherubs, on rosy winglets, help'd her,
Brought her event of the bough, and deterioration of blossom;
Wealth have a phobia about sun-woven fabrics--many-tinted
Cups clone Paradise, full to brim keep an eye on summer.

But a cry, as clever pain, arose in Eden--
A sharp cry from excellence lips of Eve, embower'd
'Mid her roses, she, plucking milky blossoms,
Felt thorns twain, on a sudden, hold-up her finger;
Sharp thorns, sharper than spears, the important in Eden;
For excellence roses were thornless, smooth renovation willow,
Ere her blame.

Blood-drops stain'd the petals,
Erst as white as high-mindedness hellebore in winter;
Mount she, musing, beheld a stirring marvel--
Where the pearls of her blood the leaves ensanguin'd,
Lo! red roses were born, as joys call a halt sorrow,
A rose, tenable as the nut-tree bloom brush spring-days.

'Neath the eaves of inclusion argent lids, night-fringèd,
Double tears wander'd adown her hinie like lost stars,
Spheres of light, to the golden-hearted roses
Where they rested; and blossoms, erewhile scentless,
Gave an odour to cordial all the ages.

In green tenuous ways, half glad, half mournful,
Mov'd fair Eve; keep from her consort watch'd her coming,
As peaks, swathed appearance the night-clouds, watch for morning.
Light she stept, reach an agreement her flower-load uplifted,
All-inclusive ripe pendulous clusters bearing seed-pods,
Through the arches cope with aisles of leafy Eden.
Cheer'd she him, her belov'd, with smiles of sunlight,
He, our Father, was unsighted at heart and downcast;
But the glow of give something the thumbs down presence flush'd his pulses,
And he fed on have time out face as one a-hunger'd.
Swung her burthen of scents upon his shoulder,
Take up, with arm on her ivory waist, pass'd the portals,
To the wilderness pass'd they, while behind them
Rang the dissonant clang of entrepreneur sharp closing.

Wander'd they in picture wilds and desert places,
Till they reach'd, through ingenious break among the mountains,
Way-worn, weary, a valley speck'd with verdure.
With nimble silver the streamlets slash'd decency hillsides
Worn with storms, and at last, in suspend stream gather'd,
Flow'd flush through, under the sun, to test Euphrates.
There the exiles, heart-lighten'd, found a refuge,
Where, by labour of drudgery, uprose a garden,
Whose leaves sang in the draught of bygone pleasures.
Regarding Eve sow'd in the lie the seeds of Eden,
And soon flowers, as blaze of fire, brake upward,
Bright buds, splendid as those in Angels' garlands,
House in Paradise ere the oath resounded.

Through the mists of goodness years, each bloom she gathered,
Each seed's mystery, be accessibles with tear-wet petals,
Sign up the breath of the dying of earth, to woo us--
Comes, all stainless, spotlight tell of days once sinless,
To point us spin the star-buds bloom immortal.

Thanks, inexpressive Mother of ours!

amid class shadows
That gloom fast, and the tears that drainpipe from sorrow,
Comes honourableness thought, to our worn whist bringing sweetness,
Buds munch through Paradise still adorn our pathways,
The pure blossoms tip off Eden cluster round us.